05-14-2017, 05:58 PM
He took his hand from Philippe's grip and turned away as he pressed himself against the door, still holding what he could of his fat belly. It was noticeable that he jiggled every time there was a pothole, he tried to ignore the embarrassing fact that even his shirt couldn't conceal it. As he looked out the passenger's window silently, it had started drizzling like it had in the morning and he sighed at the sight. Things hadn't gone according to plan, not even once today.
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